That's the way I'm meant to be I suppose
Being a little thorny black rose
None comes to this garden looking to pick me
But rejected and misunderstood is how I manage to be free
I stand in my spot as others are loved and picked because of their glow
But better for me! Now I have more space to grow
I'm not red and smooth so they think something is wrong
But to be the same and mingle with the crowd.. there I don't belong
Sometimes it makes me sad
But maybe it's a hidden blessing so I'll shake it off and be glad
The longer I stay ...the larger my petals
The larger my thorns ... the safer my sepals
For when they're all picked and rotting
Here I'll be... the last rose standing
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC
That's the way I'm meant to be I suppose
Being a little thorny black rose
None comes to this garden looking to pick me
But rejected and misunderstood is how I manage to be free
I stand in my spot as others are loved and picked because of their glow
But better for me! Now I have more space to grow
I'm not red and smooth so they think something is wrong
But to be the same and mingle with the crowd.. there I don't belong
Sometimes it makes me sad
But maybe it's a hidden blessing so I'll shake it off and be glad
The longer I stay ...the larger my petals
The larger my thorns ... the safer my sepals
For when they're all picked and rotting
Here I'll be... the last rose standing
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